I don't mind driving. At all. Just today I drove about 600 miles; from Duluth down to the cabin (to weed and water), to Bertha's (to weed, water and pick mulberries), to an AEM meeting in Apple Valley, to Brooklyn Center to set up the hotel for the fall conference, to Malmborg's to pick up some discounted herbs, to Bertha's again to pick her up, to Maple Grove to price printers and get art club Sharpies at Sam's Club, fabric for art camp at JoannFabrics, and to eat at PotBelly Restaurant, and then finally back to Duluth.
People sometimes marvel at the amount of time I am on the road. Truly, we are home very few weekends, ever. It's either Bertha's or the cabin or a state meeting. That might be why our house looks like it does!
Even on longer trips, like Route 66 or anything cross-country, I generally get to do the majority of the driving - just because I like it. I've wondered what it would be like to drive for a living....
Add that to the retirement list; in addition to opening my own restaurant: Drive an 18-wheeler.
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